my shortwave intercepted a transmission from another dimension decoded in waves of radiation white noise and whispering and this was the message: you are not just an aberration you were meant for distinction and for importance you were destined

i ran to share what i’d learned consumed with elation but to my amazement the elders wouldn’t listen they said, “shut your imagination, there is nothing beyond the visible. devote yourself to the legions, and pledge *ssimilation.”

you left me here for dead but i’ll see you again you thought that i’d relent but i’ve been through you and back again

the cover up attempts your cold misdirection your wave of propaganda has now been uncovered unmasking your deception has fueled dissemination the endless motivation snowballing like infection

still driven to dispel myths still escaping the sinking ship still dropping flaming arrows to the middle of the village still dodging their attempts still fighting indifference still am*ssing countless numbers as we march to take the hill